Winter Gardening


Winter gardening tools

What kind of gardening appeals when the wind chill outside is -20 degrees F?

Garden planning. So pull out those garden design books and the seed and plant catalogs and a hot beverage and get to dreaming.

Mental Health No-care

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My international readers may want to sit this one out, as it is basically a rant about the poor access to mental health treatment in the United States.

I am not a fan of complaining to “let off steam” and then going back to the previous behaviors without working to affect positive change. So be assured, dear readers, that I will be lobbying my elected representatives and voting my conscience on these issues in the future. The thing I can do right now is tell this person’s story and educate others about change that needs to occur. Maybe I can influence your vote too.

My friend noted a worsening of her mental health a year and a half ago. She went to her primary physician who prescribed some medication. My friend took it for a short while, but felt it did nothing to help her and stopped taking it. The physician may have told her that it takes awhile for some medications to be affective, he may not have. Either way, my friend was unaware of the need to stay on the medication for some weeks before expecting some effect. There was no follow-up from the physician’s office.

In the following year, my friend’s mental health deteriorated to where she could no longer hold a job. So before she was only mentally ill, and now she is mentally ill without health insurance. In July of 2018, she made an appointment with the community supported mental health clinic in her rural county. Because they were/are short-staffed (i.e. they have an open position for a psychiatrist and have for almost a year) the earliest appointment they could give her was in August, five weeks in the future. She took the appointment and asked that if someone cancelled, that her appointment be moved up.

She got a job at a fast food restaurant (small income, no health insurance) and when the week of her August clinic appointment came up, her boss scheduled her to work that day. She didn’t want to tell her boss that she had an appointment at the mental health clinic, so she rescheduled her appointment, again five weeks in the future, now the first week of October.

Labor day (that was September 4th, for any international readers who persisted this far) my friend was taken to the ED for erratic behavior, tested for illegal drugs (results: negative), counselled by a social worker (“you should take the medication that the primary doctor prescribed”) and discharged to the community psychiatrist who had not seen her yet.

During the first week of October, my friend’s erratic behavior worsened. She cut herself with a knife and was found confused, wandering near a highway. The police took her to the ED and she was hospitalized for a week. So, now she has missed her community psychiatrist appointment and still does not have health insurance. Plus she has a bill for a week of hospitalization. She is discharged to the community mental health center that still has not seen her as a patient. Oh, and the hospital staff did not make a post-hospitalization appointment for her. I did that when I got involved with helping her negotiate things after her hospitalization. That appointment is for early December, because they are still short a psychiatrist.

My friend lost her fast food job when she was in the hospital, but she is able to secure a very part-time job (16 hours per week, at $9.25 per hour) after her discharge. She starts getting hospital bills for thousands of dollars and her paycheck is not enough to pay her rent. These bills upset her so much that at first she just throws them in the trash. I convince her to save them for me and I will help her deal with them.

Having worked in the health care system for decades, I am aware of the possibility of charity care, which is basically forgiveness of the debt, of someone that the hospital is not going to be able to collect from anyway. My friend meets this scenario: she has no assets and disabling mental illness. She doesn’t make enough money to pay for rent and food. They can dun her from here to Antarctica, but there is no blood to be had from this turnip.

I throw myself into filling out these charity care applications. Because there is not just one. There is one for the hospital, and one for the psychiatrist’s group, and one for the ED pathologist’s group and one for the service that read her EKG in the ED…you get the idea. There are ten discreet bills that I fill out charity care applications for or negotiate a reduced rate for my friend. And it works. $30,000 of bills becomes $952. Which she still can’t pay…but her family is willing to assume some of the costs.

The December appointment got cancelled by the clinic because they called my friend’s phone to confirm the appointment and got no response. My friend is not paying attention to her phone (again–disabling mental illness) and does not have voicemail set up. When I visit to take her to the December appointment, the phone is not charged, may have not been charged for days. I didn’t know the December appointment was cancelled, so when my friend and I show up and are told that there is no appointment that day for her, I explain that she doesn’t answer her phone, due to her illness. They ask her permission to add my phone to the contact list. She grants it.

Here is where my rant gets ugly. I get the importance of HIPPA privacy issues. Especially regarding mental health, which is so stigmatizing, because people do not understand it.

But it is a frigging Catch-22 to expect someone that can’t even hold a fast food job due to their mental illness to negotiate the labyrinth that is mental health “care” in this country.

So, because my friend allows the mental health clinic to put my phone on their “okay” list, we are able to get a new appointment (remember, my friend has not yet seen the community psychiatrist) in January 2019. And because they have my phone number, the day of the appointment they call me to cancel it, as the “psychiatrist will not be in the clinic today.” And I go off on the poor support staff person who gives me this news. Not in an ugly way. I was exceedingly polite. But I tell the support staff person that my friend has been trying to see the psychiatrist since August 2018 (six months ago) and that she has been hospitalized in the interim and without care the entire time, except for when she was in the hospital.

And the office support staff person takes pity on us and puts me on hold for about 5 minutes and when she comes back has worked some kind of bureaucratic magic and offers us a visit with the nurse. I grab it like a life line. It is a clinical appointment in the bowels of the mental health center and I think that it is an entry ticket. My friend is less than enthused. She says, “I really don’t want to come back to this place any more. They can’t help me.”

We go to the nurse visit. As the nurse looks at his computer and asks the questions imprinted there on the software: Are you sleeping okay? Are your taking any recreational drugs? Are you thinking of hurting yourself? I interrupt him. “Let’s ask some open-ended questions.” “That is for the psychiatrist,” he says. Oh yeah, I think…the psychiatrist that we can’t get access to. So I ask my friend, in front of the nurse, “How much time do you spend in bed each day?” (answer 20 hours) “How often do you leave your apartment?” (answer 2-3 times per week) “How many times a week do you have interactions with people outside of work and buying food?” (answer not many, maybe one.)

My eyes are filled with tears as this truncated version of a life is described. Before her illness, my friend was a creative and brilliant person. She played multiple instruments and wrote music. The nurse pays attention (thank God) and instructs my friend to pee in a cup to test for drugs. When the drug test is negative, we are ushered in to a teleconference with the elusive psychiatrist.

This is the holy grail. After six months of appointments, we have a video conference with the person who can give us access to the system.

She asks the expected questions. And gives the textbook answers. My friend needs medication. My friend needs a guardian to make her take the medication. My friend is not buying it.

We leave.

My friend is in limbo. She is not employable at this time. Her family can support her for a bit, but they do not have unlimited resources. The medication that can make my friend functional can not be forced on her. The resources available to her without her taking the medication are her family and friends.

There are many unknowable things. Here is what I do know: I love my friend. I will help her to the best of my ability. I will support people and governments that do research on mental illness. And I will do my best to convince you to do the same.

Using Native Species in Urban Landscaping

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Native Urban Landscaping at Alberici Construction St. Louis, MO. Photo courtesy of Alberici Construction

Greetings friends and followers of the blog! Today’s post is a link to an article I wrote that has been recently published by Strong Towns, a national media foundation that promotes the financial strength of towns, safe bike and pedestrian routes, creativity and a whole host of other good things. After you get there to read my article, you might want to poke around their site. There is a lot of good info there. Enjoy!

Using Native Species in Urban Landscaping

Marie Kondo Netflix Show

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Marie Kondo

I read Marie Kondo’s The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up a couple years ago. As a long-term minimalist, I was underwhelmed. Partly it was her (or her translator’s) use of the words “always” and “never” when referring to what her clients were to do and how they felt about it. Except for the maxim that we will all die, I tend to see human feelings and behaviors on a continuum, not as absolutes. And then there was the chapter that had her attorney clients destroying all their paper documents. I have no idea what the requirements for document storage is in Japan, but I know that attorneys in the United States are required to keep client documents for years after they close their practices, as well as for an active practice.

So, I kind of wrote her off as a means-well minimalist, still too young to have gotten into too much trouble. I read she got married, and thought, “Okay, now things will get interesting.” Then she had a couple of girls, both under my radar. Now she has a Netflix show. And I am smitten.

First of all, she is just a joy to watch. She has a manner of moving and speaking that is a combination of serene and playful that makes whatever she is doing on camera fun. She smiles like the Buddha as she tells the cluttered Americans to pile all their clothing on the bed. And you know, you just know, that as the mountain of clothes reaches toward the ceiling, she is probably giggling on the inside knowing that she is going to give them the homework of touching every article of clothing before deciding what to do with it.

I love watching her “greet” the house, which appears to be a meditation where she connects with the energy of the house. Kudos to the one American family who greeted their house with her.

I could do less with the greetings of the humans at the doorways every time she and her interpreter arrive or leave. I would rather see more of the house inhabitants talking about their internal process as they deal with their accumulated stuff. But there is plenty of that too.

I like the variety of the families that have been chosen for the show: preparing for a baby, letting go of a deceased family member’s things, marrying the objects of young couples. There are lessons for all of us. And it was good to see her be flexible with one of her clients who wished to do this out of the “proper” order.

I like listening to Marie tell us and show us in her studio home how to deal with particularly challenging items like children’s toys and paper documents. And I like that she has apparently created a uniform for herself: White tops/jackets, skirts and dresses and black tights with black flat shoes. She is a charming persona and I am delighted with the show.

I still have questions about the Konmari folding. It seems to me that every time you pull out a T-shirt folded to stand on it’s end, it will inevitably have wrinkles in it. And lumping kitchen, bathroom and garage under a “miscellaneous” category seems unwieldly large to me. But I guess the shows producers can keep everybody on track for the length of filming. You would probably want to keep all those things separated out if you were doing your own place by yourselves, on the weekends.

How about you all? Are you fans of the book or the show?